Lion Head Mesa Power, Is Power.

it was some time between jawahir's departure and return, and in that time satsu tended only to pharaoh. pressing softly against him where needed, even cleaning his face with some care, while he withered and rested.
the ferocity he imbued was limited with the fight behind him. satsu found herself passing the time in quiet attendance to his wounds, studying the sculpt of his brow.
then the vermin returned, away again towards the caldera.
with a sigh of subtle distress satsu began to dress his wounds.
when she finished she took the leftover plants and things to maggie and diligently used them across the ruined cleave of her scalp, a bit more rough and quick this time.
i will help you to bed, and then come back for this one.
or perhaps leave the pale girl in the sand to sleep off the chaos; satsu wasn't decided.